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Authors: Jeff Gunhus
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happy we’d found something cheap.
“What do you think?” Daniel asked after the waiter put plates of fresh grilled fish in front of us.
“I think it looks great,” T-Rex said excitedly. “The lemon garnish is perfect. Smells like it was grilled over a real charcoal fire. Ummm… tastes great too.”
“That’s not what I was talking about,” Daniel said, shooting me a look. “What’s the plan?”
“I thought we agreed to head back up there tonight,” Will said.
“Based on what we saw today, anyone here think those ruins are going to suddenly reveal something magical to us tonight?” Daniel said.
Will took up my defense. “Maybe. We don’t know, do we?”
“That place has been totally picked over by tourists,” Daniel argued. “I don’t know how anything could be hidden up there.”
“I felt something when we first went up there.” I said, lifting up the Templar ring. “This got warm and started to vibrate.”
This quieted them down a little. None of us, including myself, knew how the Templar ring worked, but we respected and feared its power. The silence was broken only by the sounds of T-Rex scarfing down his food.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Daniel asked.
“Because it disappeared when we got there,” I explained. “We walked around the entire site like three times, and it never came back.”
“But it sensed something,” Will added.
Daniel looked unimpressed. “Could have been a Creach nearby. Or something that happened miles from here that set it off.”
I couldn’t really argue either way. I had no more idea how the ring worked than the other guys did. It had come alive only a few times, and that had been in life and death moments. This was the first time it had vibrated. I didn’t know how to interpret what that meant.
“You guys have to try this fish. It’s awesome,” T-Rex said with a mouth full of food. He pointed to my plate. “Are you gonna finish that?”
I pushed my half-eaten plate toward him. “Go ahead, buddy. I’m going to the bathroom.”
I left them behind and heard Will and Daniel get into a heated discussion of whether we were wasting our time in Delphi. I couldn’t help but feel like Daniel might be right.
The bathroom was in the far back of the restaurant, opening to the alley behind the building. As I walked back out of the room, drying my hands with a paper towel, I saw the little girl from the ruins run by at a full sprint. Two teenage boys chased her, calling out to her in Greek, laughing and taunting her. I could tell by their tone that this wasn’t a game. Going back to Dirk Riggle at Sunnyvale Middle School, I really hated bullies. I ran after them into the ally.
The backside of the buildings weren’t nearly as nice as the fronts the tourists saw. Paint peeled from the walls. Telephone and power lines crisscrossed between rooftops like cobwebs. There was trash on the ground from overflowing dumpsters, and stray cats hissed at me as I hurried past them.
I heard the sounds of a fight around the bend in the alley. As I made the turn, I was surprised to see the two teenage boys sprawled on the ground, knocked out. There was a flash of movement to my left. The girl darted down another side alley.
“Wait!” I called. “It’s me. The one who got you out of trouble up at the ruins.” I ran after her. “I just want to talk to you.”
The alley she’d run down was narrow and dark with shadows even during the day. It was like the alleys in Marrakech where I’d tracked the djinn who kidnapped Eva and T-Rex.
There was a wall at the end, and for a second I thought it was a dead-end. Then I saw a door to the right. It swayed on its hinges, showing that someone had just passed through. I opened it cautiously.
“Hello?” I called. “I’m not trying to scare you.” I thought of the two teenagers I’d seen on the ground and considered that this girl probably wasn’t scared of me. She’d shown she could handle herself.
I peered inside
“What do you think?” Daniel asked after the waiter put plates of fresh grilled fish in front of us.
“I think it looks great,” T-Rex said excitedly. “The lemon garnish is perfect. Smells like it was grilled over a real charcoal fire. Ummm… tastes great too.”
“That’s not what I was talking about,” Daniel said, shooting me a look. “What’s the plan?”
“I thought we agreed to head back up there tonight,” Will said.
“Based on what we saw today, anyone here think those ruins are going to suddenly reveal something magical to us tonight?” Daniel said.
Will took up my defense. “Maybe. We don’t know, do we?”
“That place has been totally picked over by tourists,” Daniel argued. “I don’t know how anything could be hidden up there.”
“I felt something when we first went up there.” I said, lifting up the Templar ring. “This got warm and started to vibrate.”
This quieted them down a little. None of us, including myself, knew how the Templar ring worked, but we respected and feared its power. The silence was broken only by the sounds of T-Rex scarfing down his food.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Daniel asked.
“Because it disappeared when we got there,” I explained. “We walked around the entire site like three times, and it never came back.”
“But it sensed something,” Will added.
Daniel looked unimpressed. “Could have been a Creach nearby. Or something that happened miles from here that set it off.”
I couldn’t really argue either way. I had no more idea how the ring worked than the other guys did. It had come alive only a few times, and that had been in life and death moments. This was the first time it had vibrated. I didn’t know how to interpret what that meant.
“You guys have to try this fish. It’s awesome,” T-Rex said with a mouth full of food. He pointed to my plate. “Are you gonna finish that?”
I pushed my half-eaten plate toward him. “Go ahead, buddy. I’m going to the bathroom.”
I left them behind and heard Will and Daniel get into a heated discussion of whether we were wasting our time in Delphi. I couldn’t help but feel like Daniel might be right.
The bathroom was in the far back of the restaurant, opening to the alley behind the building. As I walked back out of the room, drying my hands with a paper towel, I saw the little girl from the ruins run by at a full sprint. Two teenage boys chased her, calling out to her in Greek, laughing and taunting her. I could tell by their tone that this wasn’t a game. Going back to Dirk Riggle at Sunnyvale Middle School, I really hated bullies. I ran after them into the ally.
The backside of the buildings weren’t nearly as nice as the fronts the tourists saw. Paint peeled from the walls. Telephone and power lines crisscrossed between rooftops like cobwebs. There was trash on the ground from overflowing dumpsters, and stray cats hissed at me as I hurried past them.
I heard the sounds of a fight around the bend in the alley. As I made the turn, I was surprised to see the two teenage boys sprawled on the ground, knocked out. There was a flash of movement to my left. The girl darted down another side alley.
“Wait!” I called. “It’s me. The one who got you out of trouble up at the ruins.” I ran after her. “I just want to talk to you.”
The alley she’d run down was narrow and dark with shadows even during the day. It was like the alleys in Marrakech where I’d tracked the djinn who kidnapped Eva and T-Rex.
There was a wall at the end, and for a second I thought it was a dead-end. Then I saw a door to the right. It swayed on its hinges, showing that someone had just passed through. I opened it cautiously.
“Hello?” I called. “I’m not trying to scare you.” I thought of the two teenagers I’d seen on the ground and considered that this girl probably wasn’t scared of me. She’d shown she could handle herself.
I peered inside
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